or say we're only dreaming;

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[selkied]

[putsched]

[ alex isn't dumb. he's not, okay? he doesn't need to speak selkie to know that bean doesn't like him very much. actually, the majority of their little traveling party doesn't seem to like him that much. alex can't blame them, he guesses; he is a walking, talking representation of everything that's ever caused them any trouble. at least quinn seems to be sort of warming to him in her "i actually don't give a shit either way" sort of way.

it's been a particularly low day for the group, and alex had been paying more attention to the street than he had to his fellow party members; it wasn't until they were all halfway down the street that he noticed bean had stopped to look at a busker with a dog. the dog was balancing a ball on his nose, happily barking and bouncing it up and down, and alex watched her stare at it, saw the look on her face.

of course, she's a seal. people can't really do that, can they?

so it's at dinner that night that he comes over and sits next to bean by their campfire. there's no prelude considering they don't really speak each other's language, but he sits down and holds out a metal spoon, showing it to her.

then, alex breathes on it, picks it up, and puts it on the tip of his nose.

holding it there for a second, he pulls his hands away and then looks cross eyed down at it. a magic trick with no magic--it's no ball, but it's a start, right? ]

[selkied]

[ bean doesn't belong in this body, and she's known that ever since she first signed away her pelt in a trick of a trade. she's clumsy and sometimes wobbles on her two feet, sometimes she mistakes how small she is and gets cramped in some places, sometimes she forgets her human body isn't as good at swimming, and has to get shea to save her before she drowns. a drowning selkie, there's probably a joke to make there.

often times it's the smaller things. that she can't bark like she used to, or eat as many raw fish before she gets sick. sometimes it's the most minuscule thing that makes her homesick for her ocean and her proper body, like watching a street dog balance a ball on it's nose, and feeling a pang of envy that she can't do it anymore. safely said, beanie spends a good portion of her time in an upset mood -- either from sadness, or from anger, usually because of alex. that she's associating with the man at all would probably have her kicked out of her pod, but she puts up with it because shea puts up with it, and that's all she has to go on.

hundreds of selkies, all without their ticket home. thinking about it makes bean grit her teeth.

when the spoon is first held out, bean lets out a soft bark ( yeah, i know you've eaten from a silver spoon before, prince, so i'm not feeding you ) which she's glad he can't hear, because it was a pretty dumb joke. she doesn't try to be cruel to him, really, because two wrongs don't make a right, but her rage is --

forgotten, when he sets the spoon on his nose. bean leans in, uncomfortably close, examining it where it rests, trying to figure out the trick, but.

she can't. so she lets out a happy bark, laughing, followed by her fishing out her phone and typing out: ]

show me!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

[putsched]

[ bean isn't the type of girl alex would have approached in the bar or on the streets (quinn was more of his type, even if now she was becoming sort of like a cool older sister instead), but she's definitely cute, and that reaction. well. it was what alex was hoping for.

the smile on his face is kind of tentative until she reacts, and then it broadens, until he has to laugh and duck his head as the spoon falls off. this is a rocky, rocky road and he knows it is, but in the time that he's started to sort of make progress on it. slow, stumbling progress, but progress none the less. maybe they'll be able to be friends someday, despite their backgrounds, despite the pain the harroways had caused the selkies for so long. ]

It's really easy. You just breathe on it, really fast-- [ he repeats the trick, easily, setting it higher on his nose. ] And then let go. I used to do it at dinner. Drove my mom crazy.

[ pulling it off, he offers her the spoon. knock yourself out, beanie. ]